"Yeah."
"Ah, but does it have an inbuilt stasis system to preserve the potion?"
Harry raised his eyebrows. It didn't. That was why he couldn't carry around living death all the time. He shook his head. "No, but the patent is owned already. I'm not sure if a stasis charm would differentiate it enough for the Wizengamot to grant a new one."
Twin B grimaced.
"On the other hand," he continued. "I can think of several individuals who would greatly appreciate that little innovation, and damn the patent laws, so don't chuck that one out just yet."
The twins perked up. "So, you do know how we might sell things other than pranks?"
Harry rolled up the spray potion parchment. "Oh, yes. What are you thinking about? A work contract? A sales contract? A partnership?"
The twins looked at each other. "Well, we really don't want to just continue accepting money from you with nothing in return-"
"-We were thinking of a partnership-"
"-Ten percent in exchange for what you've already said you're giving us."
Harry held up his hands. "Whoa, keep your feet down."
The twins eyed him.
Harry took a deep breath. "How much time are you two planning on putting into this?"
Twin A looked at Twin B before answering. "We put in maybe fifteen hours together a week during term time-"
"-But every hour of the day on holidays."
Harry nodded. "So, you're going to put in…" he conjured a parchment and quill and started scribbling. "Just over five thousand hours over the next four years?"
Twin A's eyes grew wide. "Really? I guess we are then."
Harry continued. "Now, if I'm going to put twenty-five galleons a month into the project, that adds up to 1,200 galleons over the period…"
Twin B nodded.
"… That means that if my stake is ten percent, you're valuing this venture at… twelve thousand galleons (£600,000), and your own labour for every hour you work on this project at four sickles an hour."
The twins sat in silence for a moment. Then, "I don't think Dad makes that much… I know Bill and Charlie don't…"
"… Quite so, oh brother of mine."
Harry nodded. "Let's suppose, for the sake of argument, that the project was split thirty-five, sixty-five. That would value the business at a more reasonable 3,400 galleons (£170,000), and your time at two sickles fourteen knuts an hour.
Twin A started chewing his quill.
"Of course, we could always flip those numbers, sixty-five, thirty-five, but have me putting in fifty galleons a month instead of twenty-five…"
Twin B narrowed his eyes. "You have access to that kind of money?"
"For worthwhile projects, yes."
"Your parents-"
"-Have nothing to do with this," he interrupted. "My money does not come from them."
The twins looked at each other again. Then stood up. "Excuse us, Harry, we need to talk about this in private."
"Of course."
They left him alone in the trunk.
Harry stared at the bare wood wall. Huh. So they couldn't actually talk telepathically? Or maybe they just needed to shout at each other a bit. He conjured another piece of parchment and started scribbling. After a few minutes, he stopped and padded over to where a familiar map lay on the table. The twins were still just outside the trunk, pacing up and down the secret passageway.
A few minutes later they returned and sat back down.
Twin A rested his elbows on his knees and put his hand under his chin. "We'll commit to five thousand hours of work over the next four years valued at three sickles twelve knuts an hour in exchange for 1,440 galleons over the same period and thirty percent of the business (£72,000)."
Harry tapped his chin. "And the valuation?"
"The business would be valued at 4,800 galleons (£240,000)."
Harry shifted in his seat. "That sounds fine, so long as we go with these terms." He passed the parchment he'd been scribbling on to Twin A.
Twin B leaned over to read over Twin A's shoulder. Twin B looked up. "We can work with this."
Harry stood up. "Excellent." He smiled and extended his hand.
The twins mirrored his smile and reached out in turn.
They shook.
Twin A frowned. "I understand we're not signing anything legal until we're of age, but how is that going to work with you? You're still not going to be of age then, you know."
Harry grinned. "You let me worry about that." He walked over to the table and glanced down at the marauder's map. "You focus on making awesome things of ambiguous intent."
The map showed the students who weren't fortunate enough to be on free period all filling out of classrooms for a bathroom break. Technically that included him, but… well… Binns.
One of the twins walked over and stood next to him. "You know, Potter, you are so smart it's actually scary. We'd never thought to think about measuring investment in our projects using time as though its just another form of money. Are you sure you're eleven?"
In an out of the way corridor, a point marked Justin Finch-Fletchley stood alone with another marked Draco Malfoy.
Harry frowned. "Oh, yes. I was definitely born eleven years ago."
The two points circled each other as though in a dance.
"We couldn't persuade you to occasionally put in a few hours of your own, could we? You're already in with us quite deep and you seem to really know your stuff."
Draco and Justin's points seemed to settle down a bit. He chewed his lip. "I probably will. I'll certainly put you in touch with another group I'm working with who are similar in scope if not in spirit."
"Who?" Twin B's voice sounded surprised and shocked.
"Can't say right now. They're staying under the radar. Certain people of a dubious nature don't approve of their existence in our world, if you catch my meaning."
"Ah," Twin A nodded. "Say no more, little Slytherin Harry."
Harry snorted and looked down again. The two points had started moving erratically around each other and a third point now shot from another corridor, heading straight towards the oddly moving pair. The point was labelled Hermione Granger and it was moving fast.
Harry grinned.
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